Taylor and Travis Oneshots

You Are In Love

credit: tumblr but names changed (as always, if anyone knows the og poster let me know so i can credit fully!) i have had absolutely no time to write- i promise tayvis in argentina is coming soon (probably not until after the new year i'm abroad for skiing/holidays right now), so here's a random one shot i had saved. also happy holidays to everyone🙂

The windows in the bathroom high above the bathtub were frosted with ice, overlooking the frozen backyard. Cold gray light filtered in from outside, softening the white tile and white walls.  Despite the cool morning air seeping in from the outside, Taylor's blood felt hot as it ran from her heart to her arms and fingers and legs and toes. It was like she could physically feel her blood streaming through her veins; hear it pounding in her ears. She could suddenly feel everything on an almost molecular level. It was the strangest sensation.

She ran both hands through her hair, scraping the stray pieces off her neck into a ponytail, wrapping her hand into a tight fist. She held her arms raised above her head for a moment, taking a deep, shaky breath and examining herself in the mirror. It was like she was staring at a stranger. There was one person in the mirror and then another inside her head. Two different people. She let out a sigh before dropping her hands, letting her blonde hair brush back against her shoulders. Closing her eyes, she focused on the feeling of her bare feet pressing into the cool tile, grounding her to the floor, to the room, to reality. Fingers curled around the edge of the counter, grasping onto the granite. She bent forward, resting her forehead on the backs of her palms, breathing as deeply as she could, trying to understand what had just happened.

The white stick lay on the counter next to the sink. Two blue lines loomed up at her. Two little straight blue lines that changed her life, that changed everything in the matter of minutes.

Walking out into the kitchen, the smell of scrambled eggs greeted her along with the sight of Travis. He looked at her in acknowledgment before turning his attention back to dumping the fluffy scrambled eggs onto two plates. Some for him, some for her. And some for the baby, she thought. Soon enough. After a moment, he looked back at her, more closely this time, seeing how tense she was, how distracted she was, noticing the distant look in her pale blue eyes. He cleared his throat, pushing a plate across the counter toward her. "You alright?" He asked as he turned around to pour some coffee out of the carafe.

"Yeah, yeah," she mumbled, eyes not being able to stay on one spot for more than a few seconds. They kept darting around the room. She didn't know why it felt like such a secret, why she felt like she couldn't tell him. Her breathing was loud and she chewed on the inside of her cheek.

"What's going on?" he asked, tuned into the fact that Taylor wasn't acting like she normally does.

Taylor began to shake her head, going back and forth on whether she should tell him now or wait till after breakfast. The words were out of her mouth before she could stop them. "I'm pregnant."

"What?"

"I'm pregnant," she repeated quickly, the words not feeling like they belonged to her.

A pause. "What?"

His voice was quizzical and calm. It was like she was speaking another language that he didn't understand. His face was blank and the coffee carafe was still in his hand, poised in midair. He wasn't breathing. Moments passed as she witnessed in his eyes the same exact road to realization she took in the bathroom. Finally, the words she was saying penetrated his brain, twisting their meaning into his heart as he understood. He set down the coffee. His voice was ragged and surprised. Breathless. "What?"

"Trav," she wavered, her voice breaking. So many different emotions were running through her head all at once, it was impossible for her mind to stay still long enough for her to grab and hold onto one. Fear. That was a huge one. Fear of the responsibility, fear of the cosmic, mammoth-sized responsibility she felt pressing onto her shoulders. Fear of how he would react. Fear that he would feel trapped now. Fear. Fear was everything she felt right now.